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So you thought
I was gonna change my
So what are you saying

To all you bitches, hoes, and all that
Here's another rap I'm ready to spit
It goes this, my name is $hort
I'm tearin' shit up like never

slaps, makin' snaps
Cold cash money and Too raps
Oakland, that's where I'm from
The city where the boys say you don't want

But if you do, I'm tell you this
Trues and vogues ain't shit
roll so hard, all of the time
You and bitch playin' Too $hort rhymes

If you ask me, what it's all about, say it's about that money
But if you ask me, could you have some, say it doesn't concern me
Ronald came up to me and said, "Do you have the answer
To the U.S. and a cure for cancer?"

I said, what are you in the White House
If you're not sellin'
Ask your wife, Nancy Reagan, I know she'll that game
one night, she came to my house, and gave me a blow job
She licked my dick, up and down, like it was on the cob

What is life? is Too $hort
I play the like it's a sport
Yeah, I'll play the bitches like y'all
Dr. J played basketball

You can call me Too, don't say it
You'll get me real mad and I'll fuck wife
You see I'm not proper, I'm polite
Too $hort, Too $hort, say it tonight, bitch

It started on a bright morning in
I was in my to Caddy y'all gettin' sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty bitches, around the world, I wrote this for you
You might not my rap, but I'm tellin' you bitch it's true

So much death in the streets
Am I gonna live next week?
Will I get shot by a fiend
to get high, tryin' to steal my ring

I really can't say, 'cause I know why
People out here droppin' dead flies
I used to see a boy givin' five
Now I say, "Man, you're alive?"

as hell, the town I'm from
Won't last too long when you're the funk
I'm the master rapper, so
my hand when I want my freak

You can't it, you know I'm right
I turn any out when I'm on the mic
And I won't kick back, or
he knows I'm the best at the MC rap

Till he Too $hort, set the track
got him caught up in my serious cap
Motherfucker spit straight game on the mic
'Cause worse than a fag or a Frisco dike

He's a MC, I call him punk
Tryin' to spit that rap, you can that junk
You little punk-ass boy, wouldn't to me
Think I'm fakin' but I'm takin' all you sucker
To the end of the world and push you
luck couldn't find you in a four leaf clover

If I said a rap, tryin' to cap on you
I wouldn't even sweat it 'cause be through
Lookin' so far up, you might fall
clowned by the hound from east Oaktown

And the look in face when you're lickin' that tooth
Could make a man die, laughin' at you
'Cause a, no rappin', no rhymin'
Played out fake ass Simon

I never understood one word you
But you're swearin' up and down you're killin' 'em dead
There's one thing, I wanted to know
Sucker motherfucker, the joke?

I'm the player of players, just me Pop
My name is Too $hort, no I don't
I just don't mackin', don't stop cappin'
Don't stop rappin' now you see what

Your mind is gone, your just cut
MC I'll tell you what
Your rhymes are weak, rap the same
And when it comes to game, you are

Never even heard of Too baby
Hit in 1980
Singin' mo' raps a rap could rhyme
Tellin' sucker MC's waste my time

There's a I know her name is Betty
Straight to the head rock it steady
She's so freaky she'll you up
All the home boys can't get enough

She's a Ph.D., even stop
In the like that goin', top, top, top
I won't say white girl, won't say black
She's the kind of girl that make knees go crack

Feel the beat, with me
Let me you what I be
I'm a MC rapper, a MC
A big bank and a cold, cold capper

Hey baby, I got rhyme
It's not gonna stop till the end of
Like rock and roll I'll that song
To the beat all day and all night

So up, to what I'm sayin'
I'm a mack, bitch I ain't playin'
To all the boys doin' time in the pen
Gonna rock this beat for you once

If you get out and you're mad as hell
Say bitch, now make it sound for
tear shit up, if I get the chance
I give a fuck less if you're hole don't dance
See I'm a big mack now, I'm so
I was born and in the Golden State

Call me T O O, if you say
I'ma rap my ass off till you me some more
Big bank, now just me rich
Bitch bitch bitch bitch me rich

Check out my style, baby I quit
I heard freak say, "That's the shit"
He took the cake, the rake
Too $hort baby damn ain't fake

But the sucker MC's are screamin'
Sir Too $hort, shut your mouth
How can you talk me, and call me weak
When your smokes coke and you mother's a freak

So I on rappin', if nothin' else
your jealous thoughts to yourself
Bitch and bitch, he's a MC
Ain't sayin' but he's holdin' the mic
with me, and boy you're doomed
I a trick with a hoe to the motel room

I'm the coldest MC on a microphone
Like a 357 at your dome
I got cap for cap, you never
So again with cusswords

shit, fuckin' with me
Fuck a skank bitch and a MC
All you bastards got the
And fuck you punk 'cause you can't rap

Cusswords, just let 'em
shit, goddamn ass hoe
Cusswords, just don't
Motherfuck you damn bitch

It's Too $hort, on the mic, and it stop
And it stop, and it won't stop, bitch
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